"Why?!"
"Why?"
"Wh... huff, huff..."
As the sun sank in the west and waves crashed against the rocks, Xu Xiaoshou lay limp atop a boulder, howling weakly as though every last bit of strength had been drained from his body.
In truth, even his essence, energy, and spirit had been thoroughly hollowed out along with the death of the final Dao Xuanji.
His eyes were lifeless, as if he had completed the last goal of his life and no longer knew where to go. He simply slumped against the reef, letting the seawater soak his clothes as he watched the clouds drift westward, one look enough to show that his heart had died.
Yes, Xu Xiaoshou had "died."
Unlike the "death" of a genius cut down too young, Dao Xuanji had truly been killed.
After dragging things out, Xu Xiaoshou had killed over seven hundred of her incarnations hidden across various places. It had cost both time and effort.
Some had been strong, some weak. In truth, with the Way of Arts and the Way of Will working together, he could have killed them all without moving from where he stood.
The main thing was that he had to put on a show.
And with the death of the last Dao Xuanji, that feeling of being watched at every moment finally vanished completely like smoke dissipating into thin air.
There was no doubt that the Devil Ancestor had withdrawn His gaze and would basically never cast His attention this way again.
After all, in His world, Xu Xiaoshou had trapped himself. His life had already reached its final full stop.
Yet Xu Xiaoshou felt as though a great burden had been lifted.
At this point, even without relying on World-Apart Independence, he had completely hidden himself away.
Hiding was not